12 Works by Meibort
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Sakura sighed and leaned forward on her elbows. “You were both at fault. You were an insecure twenty-year-old frat boy who couldn’t handle the idea that people might think you were gay, and Sasuke—well, he doesn’t forgive easily.”
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The long tables were buzzing with chatter, candles floating overhead. The Na’vi kids had unofficially claimed a section near the middle, where house lines blurred more than the professors liked.
Lo’ak was sliding peas down the table like marbles, trying to land them in Tsireya’s goblet. Every time she scolded him, her laugh gave her away.
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Lo’ak:
“me and Aonung’s fights? bonding. bro won’t admit it tho. also yes, Neteyam’s his bf, don’t let him lie to you.”Aonung:
“…Okay actually jokes aside, i fucking hate that Lo’ak one. His stupid undercut shit going on pisses me off. He thinks when we fight its bonding or something ” -
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Reo: “I’ll never let go, Jack.”
Nagi: (yawning) “Ok.”
He slid off the chair and fell asleep again.
Reo: “True to the source material.”Isagi grabbed the mic.
Started rapping badly about teamwork and goals.
Rin had his head in his hands.Rin: “I don’t know you right now.”
Shidou: “Spit bars, king!”
Bachira: “He rhymed ball with… ball.”
Karasu: “Inspirational.” -
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Naruto Uzumaki rode his palomino like he was born in the saddle. His hat tilted just enough to cast a shadow over his gleaming blue eyes, but it couldn’t dim the shine in them. The sun framed him in gold, all wild blonde hair and tanned skin, the muscles in his forearms flexing as he guided his horse with ease.
Behind him trailed his pack — misfits, ghosts, and outlaws in their own way. Gaara, expression unreadable as ever, his pale face wrapped in a red scarf against the dust. Shikamaru, half-asleep in the saddle, his dark eyes sunken with a grief he didn’t talk about. Kiba, laughing too loud at nothing in particular. Lee, bouncing in his seat like they were on their way to a festival instead of a two-bit town in the middle of nowhere. And Neji, stoic and alert, scanning the horizon like it might bite.
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Sakura’s room was hot from the afternoon sun baking through the blinds. The fan rattled uselessly.
Naruto lay on his back, shirt hitched up just enough to show the line of tan skin above his waistband. The silver ball of his tongue piercing flashed when he talked.
Sasuke sat against the wall at the head of the bed, knees drawn up. His black tee rode up, revealing a thin strip of pale stomach—and the glint of the small silver hoop in his belly button.
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The hospital halls smelled sharply of antiseptic. Kakashi strolled down the corridor, coffee in hand, surgical mask pulled to his chin. His white coat was slightly wrinkled, hair as wild as ever.
Sakura was waiting at the nurses’ station, arms folded.
"You’re late. Again," she said coolly.
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Too young to hold on / And too old to just break free and run…”
Naruto closed his eyes, let the song wash over him.
He could still feel Sasuke in the walls. The way he made tea. The way he left his socks everywhere but in the laundry. The way he looked at Naruto like he saw everything—especially the parts Naruto hid from himself.
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Naruto leaned in, their foreheads touching. “Nothing’s gonna hurt you, baby,” he whispered, and Sasuke almost laughed at the absurd sweetness of it—except it wasn’t absurd at all. It was everything he never let himself want.
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The projector flashed.
Not graphs. Not charts.
Sasuke.
Shirtless.
Sunlight catching his collarbone. Bed rumpled behind him. A smirk just shy of smug.And in the back row, Professor Uchiha Sasuke—dark sweater vest, glasses halfway down his nose, coffee in hand—froze mid-sip.
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That summer, I fell in love with Sasuke Uchiha.
Not just the way you fall in love with a person — I mean I fell into him like the tide, like gravity. Like the ocean was his soul and I had spent my entire life learning how to swim just so I wouldn’t drown in him.
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The great hall of the Uzumaki Clan estate shimmered with gold leaf and red banners, each fluttering gently in the evening breeze. Tonight, a new chapter would begin—not just for the clan, but for its heir.